Poem of the Day - Part 50

Ozymandias

Ozymandias is the best known poem by English poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, published in 1818.  I have made one slight change to the wording (the name), but I think it fits, since this poem is all about colossal ego.

                                        I met a traveller from an antique land,

                                        Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

                                        Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

                                        Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

                                        And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

                                        Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

                                        Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

                                        The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

                                        And on the pedestal, these words appear:

                                        My name is Ozymandias Donald Trumpias, King of Kings;

                                        Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

                                        Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

                                        Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

                                        The lone and level sands stretch far away.”